An unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second poem he
ving up from deep within the key
per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee
i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que
cull lee coalescing, buta not three
endeavors crafted since quota we
kind to exhaust passion before zee...

land revisited, when
     a call for shot eye
guarantees, a dearth of ideas
     will no longer fly
with plentitude, whereby
     exertion from this guy
will necessitate to type
     briskly before hie....

ah...whew...just when
     I felt at a loss what to write...
bitta bing bitta bang
     (optional chitty at no extra cost),
     lo and behold ear splitting,
     appalling sounds did in vite
until dusk hands clapped
     over each ear tight

to muffle noise pollution spite
fully generated by
     rambunctious youths,
     who know no right
that gunning engines quite
obnoxious, and that conviction
     edited (by me) tubby polite
buffer this chap hunkers
     down for the night.

the following constitutes the e-man
     soup pay wanton declaration
     emphatically, independently,
     and obnoxiously
     transmitted thru ether
these loathsome roar of dirt bikes
     punctuates the formerly quiet air
where local high school

     teenage mutant ninja
     male turtles blare
     (an educated presumption)
at top notch threshold decibel
     definitely inducing deafness,
     which will soon be clear
to those motorheads
     flooring accelerator scaring deer

and other sparse wildlife,
     whose engines I hear
miles away, cuz this bard ****
     got extreme (ear river rent)
     hyper sensitivity to sound
perhaps linkedin
     tummy predisposition,
     could allow ma

     self to expound,
whereby scrawling how painful
     eye experience,
     where 21st century
     urban jungle doth abound
     to exacerbate anxiety and panic,
     aye noticed round
about puberty, and plugged up ears

     to dull the nerve wrack
     king Breitbart cacophony
even family pet
     dogs (part Border
     Collie and Hell Hound)
barked with shrill torturous yap,
     which reverberation did
     assault and pound

delicate constituent
     audiological ***** of mine
impossible to avoid unwillingly
     being part of loud culture club
emanations impossible to dub,
thus helplessly bombarded, exposed,
     and subjected to discordant
     damaging noise found

     me to flub
attendant tasks, especially grub
bing to earn chump change
     to avoid mingling at social hub
rather remain hermetically
     sealed, where nub
body cant see me, hence
     that concludes thine literary rub.